All this time I’ve been playing like time is as slow as the mundanity of repetition.
Treating days, weeks, like the spares are like chairs stacked high in a school hall, sitting, waiting, wishing,
One year ago I said it.
I said my life was changed and would never be the same but here I am. Here I am one year later thinking, seeking inspiration. Seeking that which you gave me one year ago.
The picture you paint so vividly through but a sound.
The sense of love shown through but a twist of your cheeky cheek.
One thing is all that you ever need, and so there you are. One.
One and the happiest I could imagine. You make me the happiest one.